Club_PG

[The_PG]

*I chuckle softly. Easing my thrusts for a moment, waiting for her to whine, and when she does I pull her head back further and very slowly. Allowing the agony to take it's time as the barb slowly withdraws, but at an angle so that just a bit more of her sensitive flesh is ripped by the time I've got the back of her head resting on my shoulder next to my face. I cover her bloody mouth with one hand and then thrust the rest of my body forward. Pulverizing her onto the bust and pushing my cock as deep as it will go within her bowels.*

Cum.

*I hiss into her ear before biting the bridge between shoulder and throat and thrusting my entire body forward again. I can feel the metal spikes as they comb my hair, but I am just far enough away. She is not as each of my thrusts become more like a tackle as I push her entire body into the pole. My mouth tastes blood as I begin to cum deep inside of her.*

 

[fuckmeat]

*there are so many layers and types of pain that my body is being hoodwinked. Welts on lacerations, on puncture wounds, on bruises and now I feature a pierced tongue. I moan in a specific type of pain, it takes precedence as he pulls my tongue off the spike. He rests my head on his shoulder in a gentle and intimate way, demonstrating hw fucking unhinged he is before he drives me onto the pole. His teeth clamp down on me and I arch... arching is not advisable.*

Cum.

*There are no words for what I experience when he permits me release. It's a totally different thing from what my stricken body is experiencing. My mind takes all the pain until it snaps, kicking me into subspace, a world where pain only heightens pleasure, where I'm barely even conscious.

And then, then it hits. White hot bliss searing through my wet cunt and taking everything with it, making me buck suicidally, sandwiched between him and the pole. The racket I make can probably only be heard by dogs. My ass goes next, spasming and milking him as deeper waves flood into my orgasm. I'm riding it out forever, never coming down.*

 

[The_PG]

*Her clamping, pulsing asshole and bowels are milking every last drop out of me. I groan satanically as the last of my seed mixes and creates a bloody concoction that not even the devil himself would drink. I feel her going higher, and step back. Slipping from inside of her and watching her continue to hug and grind against the cactus like pole.*

Enough cunt. You're finished.

*Just like that it's over. As if in slow motion I watch her fall down onto her back. It's this moment that I enjoy so much more then even the carnal pleasure, for I know she's swimming in a world not our own. Bouncing back and forth between eternity and the present. But it will only take a few words to bring her back. I kneel down besides her and lightly breathe the words on her bloody cheek.*

You did a good job cunt. Good girl.

*Lightly I brush her hair to the side, and kiss her forehead as my aides suddenly appear carrying light, clean bandages, disinfectant, and a stretcher to carry her away. I smile as kindly as I can, and while a child would run screaming, she can only smile back at me.*

Good cunt...

 

[princesssexci]

*I lightly run my hand over the front of her panties. Squeezing her entire cunt with my hand, digging the glowing plastic in deeper and enjoying her violent reaction.*

I said you can cum... If you don't soon, i may change my mind slut.

I nod acknowledging what he said just as he squeezes my cunt. My hips jerk violently, thrashing around on the circular sofa. It's enough to drive me over the edge. My body trembles with pain and pleasure as the vibrator hits my cervix.

Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cuuuuuum!!!

My legs begin to feel numb and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as my pussy clenches around the vibrator tightly likes it a real cock, before I finally spasm and gush all over the vibrator and his hand.

 

[fuckmeat]

Walks back into the club, a frission going through me at the vivid memories of what happened here last time. As it's been a while, I'm fully healed, something I know will get him itching to mark me again. A silver barbell sits now where he pierced my tongue on barbed wire, a memento.

I approach the bar, looking around for the proprietor. Last time I needed to be hurt by him on the seventh floor. This time will therefore be about him and whatever mood he's in.

I don't see anybody, so I pour myself a scotch, perch on a stool and wait. Maybe he's with some other girl right now? The thought sends a wave of jealousy through me, kindling a lick of flame in my abdomen as the whiskey burns my throat.

 

[The_PG]

*Walks into the first floor of the club wearing very little. Just before the door closes behind me, from my private quarters, there comes two separate sets of giggles as cups clatter together. The door closes with an echo. The night crew is thorough and everything has been cleaned up after last nights... Inequities.*

Hello cunt.

*I whisper after finishing to pull on my shirt. I immediately start coffee and get out the Bailey's.*

I missed you.

*My comment is made with a smirk, as I see the growing rage on your face.*

 

[fuckmeat]

Obviously I'm not thrilled that he's such a cheap slut but nor am I about to say anything about it. He sees my eyes narrow in the dim light and knows he's got to me, when very few things do.

Hello cunt.

The low whisper goes through me, so much so that I fail to comprehend why he's bothering to don a shirt. Maybe I picked the wrong night, perhaps he's sated now and in no mood to use me? That thought twists the knife in my gut, even as I can feel his eyes on my outfit and the flesh it's exposing.

I missed you.

I actually roll my eyes at that, but he has his back to me because he's fixing coffee. My gaze drops to his ass in those shorts. I won't beg for use but he knows I'm not here all vamped up just to swap the shit either. I stick to my scotch and hold my tongue, since I know I won't be able to answer him without sounding sincere, something that would be highly unwise.

 

[The_PG]

*I take a sip of the coffee, before drinking half of it and setting it on the bar next to your drink. With the warm steam curling up under my chin, I watch your face, reading it carefully until I don't have to imagine you squirming. I rub my hand over my chin, not used to the shaved feeling and preferring my facial hair.*

We're going to the roof.

*I'm not in a particularly violent mood at the moment, but contrary to her thoughts I am in a mood. I want to see her blush, and once we're in the elevator I let her know that without a single word as a member of the staff joins us for half the ride. My hands slip underneath the sexy piece of leather she's wearing and lightly stroke across her belly; running my fingertips over the scars, before sliding them down firmly across her cunt. The staff member is a bit nervous, she leaves quickly once we're at her floor. I kiss your blushed cheek. So very glad there is something that still makes you do that.*

The whole street can see you from up here. *I whisper in her ear, as we walk together towards the balcony.* I want everyone to watch.

 

[fuckmeat]

He waits for me to get over my jealousy, just stares me down until my mind eventually gives up on the emotion. I squirm slightly, feeling foolish for ever imagining that he might be mine alone. I'll be surprised if he's done much of the shit we've shared with other girls and since he left the last two giggling on floor one he definitely hasn't been spending much time on seven. Finally he speaks and my eyes widen, wondering what he's going to come out with after such a pause.

We're going to the roof.

Holy shit. Please don't tell me he gets nastier than seven! Knowing my luck it'll please him to pitch me off the building tonight and laugh as I hit the ground. He leads the way to the elevator and I'm not stupid enough to hesitate. Inside he gropes me in front of the help. Despite the fact they've patched me up from near death before now, I still get embarrassed about anyone but him knowing what a depraved little bitch I am. He gets his blush out of me and then starts leading me towards a balcony.

The whole street can see you from up here. I want everyone to watch.

He's still whispering and it begins to unnerve me. He knows I'm no exhibitionist too. I begin to lag behind.

You're kidding. Um... Sir, maybe this isn't such a good idea.

 

[The_PG]

Maybe it isn't... I might push you over the edge.

*I finish my walk to the edge and lean against the railing. Crossing my arms in front of me and glaring back at you. I tap my toes against the warm rubber on the roof. You're not doing yourself any favors making your way over here, but the coffee hasn't quite kicked in. Once you finally reach my side I nod over at the street.*

Take a look... Do you see everyone?

*I spin, sliding behind you and squeezing your ass.*

This outfit is cute.

*I nibble on your neck, and finger the straps to your leggings.*

Why did you come here? Tell me, and speak up.

 

[fuckmeat]

I reluctantly join him and despite the fact it's pitch dark up here, I appear to have an audience. There's so much shit I'll take from him without a murmur of complaint that sometimes I rather foolishly forget that there's still plenty of envelope pushing he can do with me in certain areas. He moves behind me so that I'm facing whoever's watching and starts touching me possessively, squeezing my ass.

This outfit is cute.

Thankyou Sir. I murmur.

His teeth find my neck but he's gentle. Then he turns his attention to my stockingtops. It's virtually pointless buying hot lingerie for him because he destroys it so damn fast. Perhaps the leather will prove more durable, or he'll like it enough not to shred it. The cold night air makes me shiver, stiffening my nipples and making me feel all the more exposed.

Why did you come here? Tell me, and speak up.

I blush scarlet, but obey him and speak loudly enough for the spectators to hear.

I want to be used by you again. I came here because despite how you nearly killed me the last time, I found that I couldn't stay away.

 

[The_PG]

*We are seven floors up, so it's not like they hear every word. They just notice. Mostly they're hung-over patrons from the night before, but a few are from the avid morning club that likes to get up and walk around. For whatever goddamn reason that is. Your voice and reactions are perfect, just what I needed. My cock grows in the hugging jockeys and presses against your round little bubble.*

Despite?

*I sigh. Slightly disappointed by realizing that it is the truth. You come here for everything else, who would come here to be killed? One hand goes under your top, squeezing your chilled breast while the other rubs the outside of your panties. They fit you perfectly, nice and tight.*

I am going to use you. Only because you don't require any lube. Unlike my hand.

*I kiss the back of your neck.*

A self-lubricating sex toy.

 

[fuckmeat]

His sigh surprises me. It's actually quite a shocking lapse on his part. Never before has he shown the slightest emotional weakness when we've played together. For that one moment, it flips everything, making me concerned about him. He's tries to cover it with his usual wit but I'm far from convinced.

I am going to use you. Only because you don't require any lube. Unlike my hand.

His lips find the back of my neck but this time I refuse to yield to his soft, hot kisses.

A self-lubricating sex toy.

I turn to face him and drop to my knees, wanting to be able to look at his face and read his expression.

Well, two of my holes are self lubricating.

I lower my tone so only he can hear, hoping my concern for him will justify my slight disobedience.

What is it Sir? There is nothing you cannot tell me.

 

[The_PG]

*I look down at her with a soft smile. Just as rays of sun burst over the horizon. Quickly I drop to a single knee and lightly touch her chin. I lean over close, and you try to back away. Thinking it's another kiss trying to hide some underlying emotion. I grab your chin firmly, but not angrily. My smooth cheeks slide against yours until my lips are positioned just next to your ear. Then i whisper something so softly that I can't even hear it, but i know by your reaction that you did.*

*I whisper my name.*

*Then I stand us both up into the bright sunshine and carefully watch your eyes. Waiting for your reaction.*

 

[fuckmeat]

He's good at grand gestures, I'll give him that. It feels like the sun has risen just for us, just because he spoke his name to me. Of course he already knows mine but I want to reciprocate in some way. So I whisper back to him, speaking his name for the first time but saying a little more besides. My arms go around him as I ditch any semblance of protocol and give him a fierce hug. He looks like he needs one and if he knocks me on my ass for my audacity, who cares? I stretch up to whisper again.

There's almost nothing you haven't done to me... but you seem to be needy for something. Why don't you just tell me what it is?

 

[The_PG]

We're doing it.

*I return the hug patiently, but as soon as you let go I spin you around and press you against the railing. My dick is still swelled in it's tight confines and I rub it between your ass cheeks again. I gently nibble on your neck, and slide a hand up your inner thigh.*

Sometimes I don't need to rip you apart, sometimes I just want it to be more... Cute.

*The generic word won't help you much, but that doesn't matter. I know what I want from you this beautiful morning. It's not violent, but it is a violent need that I often feel having not... Experienced things during youth and innocence, I need to find that in your reactions. That's hard. Especially with you. Because of how good a fuck doll you are.*

 

[fuckmeat]

The railing hits me in the chest and I gasp as I'm suddenly acquainted with how high up we are. But it's a low level energy rush, a good few notches shy of being dangled over the drop by my ankle or something. It's... nice. Not a word that applies to much of my life but right now, it fits. His cock presses against my ass and I push back slightly, arching for him.

Sometimes I don't need to rip you apart, sometimes I just want it to be more... Cute.

I begin to wonder whether he brought me here so his regular clientèle wouldn't see him being romantic but I hold my tongue. It's deeply reassuring to know that he's even capable of gentleness like this... for however long it lasts anyway.

 

[The_PG]

*Feeling your ass flex against my cock makes me shiver slightly. My fingers slide up against your scalp and the other hand gently slide your panties down. Just a few inches, enough to get my cock inside when I desire it. Then my fingers brush against your warm lips. They're moist, but not gushing. I understand this and decide I like it, the tip of one digit just lightly penetrates your pussy, another brushes against the nub atop your slit.*

Look at your audience.

*I breath the words against your neck, as I pull back on your hair and push your bare ass against my underwear.*

Do you understand me?

 

[fuckmeat]

At first I wonder whether he'll be annoyed that my cunt's not flooding but he seems satisfied by my response. I'm too hardwired for abuse to be a puddle of need right now but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he's getting what he wants. I press against his hand when he touches me, gripping the railing and pushing my ass out for him. I begin to wish I was facing him but again, my wishes are irrelevant here. My depraved mind throw me a mental image of him teasing me gently like this and then slamming his cock into me, knowing my hardcore maso body will be wholly unprepared. The thought makes me smile. It also gets me wetter.

Look at your audience.

His hand twists in my hair and I close my eyes with a soft moan. Doesn't matter if he tugs or not, just knowing his hand is there and that he has total control does something to me.

Do you understand me?

I can't say that I do but again, it doesn't seem to be important. I'm totally content to let him do whatever he wants to me, in front of whoever he chooses to put me. I'm not focusing on the observers any more. They cease to exist for me. Only he does.

 

[The_PG]

*I growl slightly. The coffee has kicked in and my grip becomes stronger, forcing you to arch your back and push your ass out further. It's defenseless, but pretty soon it will simply become mine. Plain and simple. You've not only ignored my question, but you've closed your eyes. With how connected we are sometimes, I cannot believe you would do either of those two things on accident.*

Open your fucking eyes.

*From the corner of our eyes you can just make out the right wing. My private quarters. A member of the staff is watching us through the big bay window of my bedroom. The head of my dick is poking out from the waistband on my jockeys, I move it slightly, pushing it into your gentle hands, knowing you will take it out the correct way.*

Answer my fucking question.

 

[fuckmeat]

The growl and the tug come so suddenly that I don't want to open my eyes but at his command, I do. His angry voice makes me shiver.

Open your fucking eyes.

Suddenly they're wide open, bewildered and beseeching. Either he expects me to be telepathic a lot of the time or he simply gets a kick out of being the only one of us who knows his rules. Someone is in the window of his quarters but I can't make out who now he's made my eyes water. I want to apologise for whatever the fuck I've done but he speaks again first.

Answer my fucking question.

His cock in my unworthy hands is about the last thing I expect to happen next but I free it carefully, reverently. I lift the waistband gently with one hand and bring it down over his cock and balls, lifting it outwards so the fabric doesn't tug on him. My other hand holds his swollen cock steady. His sudden anger dissuades me from stroking or sucking him without being told to. I just hold him in both my hands gently, the hard heat of him scaring and thrilling me in equal measure.

 

[The_PG]

*I tug harder. I feel several strands of your hair leaving you scalp. I know you're pissing me off on purpose, but don't care as you stay muted. The tears and frozen hold makes me aware that you aren't perfect yet. Why else would you be here begging for more? Asking to learn and be taught.*

If you don't answer me. I will break you.

*I've broken a few before and don't typically enjoy it. Their bodies, all the time, but breaking their minds until they're little better than a catatonic coma patient just bores the fuck out of me. I only mention it because you know as well as I do that broken means unsuitable. It's not that you'll be ignored and demeaned, which you would die for, it means that you will be shunned and kicked out. A broken piece of property is good for nothing, and not in the way that you like being good for nothing.*

Do you understand what I want right now?

*I rephrase the question. Giving you everything you need for the right answer.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I sigh.

I never really understand what you want Sir, because it can all change so fast. Right now you seem to want gentle intimacy and I'm honoured that you want it from me. All I ever want is to be able to serve you.

Hot tears splash down my face and not from the hair pulling, as I belatedly realise I've probably already pushed him too far. How can he not understand how unreadable he is most of the time?

Please don't break me Sir, I don't want that. Anything but that.

I mean it too and he should know this by now. I would prefer to be thrown from this balcony. In fact, I'd probably do it for him.

 

[The_PG]

*My grip lessens almost immediately.*

You're right... In a general sort of way...

*I tilt your head to the side, and kiss one of the salty tears away. With a shift of my hips I push into your pussy slowly; forcing the head of my cock to drag slowly against your walls until it nestles against your g-spot. My hand gently rubs your clitoris as I penetrate you, before squeezing the erect nub in my fingers. It's not the intimacy I crave this time, but just the simple knowledge that you are getting aroused. While not in a submissive way, i simply want to pleasure you without getting all of my own kicks out. Though if we have time that will come later.*

I don't want this to be cryptic or challenging fuckdoll.

*I tilt your head further, and kiss your lips as i slowly begin to fuck you.*

I want you to cum.

 

[fuckmeat]

His sublimely simple instruction makes me relax, though I still feel remorse about complicating everything. He's slow and gentle and I consciously flex my cunt on him, pleasuring both of us. I get lost in the kiss, my eyes closing again until I remember not to, though it feels strange to kiss with them open. His fingers on my clit are electric and I part my legs as wide as I can get away with. Any further and he'll have to get on his knees to fuck my tiny hole. Almost as an afterthought, I lift my body, hanging myself over the railing at the waist. This gives him better access to my cunt and allows me to wrap my legs around his hips instead of worrying about where the floor is. My moans start to rise in pitch, my pelvis grinding down onto his fingers while I make my pussy milk him.

Then it happens and I'm bucking back against him, gripping the railing with both hands and pushing him backwards, my upper body now parallel to the rubber of the rooftop as I convulse for him.

It feels like flying.